I long for
the language of the trees
To receive
messages on the air
Or through
the ground
No longer
plugged into a grid of violence and vice
But a
different network
One of
mutual exchange
One that
nourishes the other
This
timeless conversation
A coded
invitation to boundless interdependence
Lost
memories surface and call me home
I am
resisting their urgency
A latent
promise of wholeness feels like a risk
I don’t
set off
Without a
map I deliberate
Again I
strain and listen for whispers
I am at
war with myself
Complacency
weaponised
Inside out
in thought
Action too
full an order
Expectation
renders my creative groundwater dust dry
I am
parched for the truly natural
That
illusive myth
The
insistent truth
It is true
that I have forgotten the permanent throne in my heart
There
grows a wild fusion of persistence and generosity
Now neglected
that vital essence stirs
In all of
us a profusion of depth and lightness silently gives and gives
I long for
that earthy love in the cosmos of each spoon of soil
To burst
forth in me
May I
babble with many languages and be stilled by ancient messages
Interpret
the slower clock of time and get out of the way of life eternal
Earthy
love come sit on the wild throne of my heart
Let us all
make room and listen intently
Let us
laugh long and cry too
Usher in
our unblemished spirits
Accept our
damaged parts
So we can
hold the gaze of life
Take the
invitation of connection
And invest
in communal flourishing
